Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.